Miles clucked with his tongue as he cocked his head. "You got it babe." When she suggested spoiling him after they all left, he couldn't help but smirk. "Now see, that would be the most perfect way to end a birthday." He leaned back just a little, letting Daphne lie against him, and the body contact felt nice.
"If it moves fast, and Liam's got lots of sweets to eat and his friends, he'll love it." He remembered the birthday from the year before - or at least, the very first time he set eyes on his son. "Oh, and I'm pretty sure he'd like chocolate cake. A nice big one with lashings of icing. Perhaps he could wrangle the recipe from Romilda's ghost, and at least shut her up for the day.
"Dinner party?" he said, never having actually hosted one. Sure, he'd sponged off all his friends for years, but he'd never actually given a proper one. "Well we'll see closer to the time." If she wanted it, she could plan it.
Miles remembered the dip in the loch at his race with Wood. "Too frightened to get your toes wet?" he smirked, licking at the salt still on his lips from the food. Skinny dipping? Why not?